gaze upon my optics that squash your grandiose pipedreams ‘n’ leave you jaundice / I fly high with tha comets / my mind is sick yo, I’ll make Death vomit / check it, my cock spit when my Glock click/ faught God with less conscience than Pontius / I’m more talkative than tweakers ’n’ Hip Hop shot str8 out tha speakers / MCs be gazin’ at my peter which erect measures 10 meters / my bars is barbed / I dream of fuckin’ Ayana Starr ‘n’ clappin’ that fat ass ‘n’ I keep weed in jars, smoke glass ‘n’ I’ll fuck any girl but I only date Blacks / I swirl worlds with my tongue ‘n’ inject 8ths of yae in my lungs…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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